"Are you hurt?"
Lan Xin Ai pointed to the face of the big boy which had clear scratch marks oozing with faint traces of blood.
The man laughed dismissively: "It's okay, just a minor injury. Have you lost anything?"
Lan Xin Ai had no energy to check her bag anymore, she glanced around and noticed a convenience store not very far away.
"Wait for me a moment!"
With that, Lan Xin Ai dashed off into the convenience store.
After a while, Lan Xin Ai came out with a small bag in her hand.
"Thank you, really."
Lan Xin Ai handed over the bag to him which contained adhesive bandages, alcohol, and cotton swabs.
"This is just a scratch, no need to go through all this trouble."
"Are you not inclined to accept my gratitude?"
The man shrugged, "Alright."
Then he took out the cotton swabs and alcohol from the bag. However, because he can't see his face, his awkward movements drew attention.
"Let me help you."